"lovemade" poems
Its the aesir to reason you
For matter of what soul
In due, is death that would
So dare yet find to cross.
Centories can mind or two
All at best be kept from
Ungrateful as bitter a fruit
Troubled aripe a venom.
In witt masterred the clue
For debt and till reason
Argued to name its value
Soul to have to be cost.
In wisdom weighted book
Soul saving of to worth
To practice become proof
Know to be of freedom.
Lived longer of any should
Worlds i come to know
New best call an every few
Hours twelve twice both.
Willed to call self introduced
Before far of every soul
Knew had language of tune
Come art supreme form.
Read from eyes all in true
Come to the collector
Due of gods understood
To proverbs skeleton.
Built from word time root
Come every ending of
Too late be the too soon
A home a rest a world.
Its the aesir to be excused
Work be lovemade word
New as dread as powerful
To be as limitless unknow
Written secret mirrorview
All charms willin souls
Rule in a spell more true:
Of right to be to, calls:
To be: RIGHT in the DUE -
PROVERB - SKELETON.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC